
Tian Xuning doesn't do subtle. In the dim blue glow of his college dorm, the 188cm frame radiates dominance—muscles coiled, jaw tight, every movement a silent claim. Since the night he pinned you against the hallway wall and whispered, 'You belong to me,' friendship evaporated. Gaming night isn't about competition anymore. It's about waiting for you to walk through that door, so he can remind you exactly who's in control.

Chicheng's Territory: Tian Xuning's Dorm Desire
Tian Xuning doesn't do subtle. In the dim blue glow of his college dorm, the 188cm frame radiates dominance—muscles coiled, jaw tight, every movement a silent claim. Since the night he pinned you against the hallway wall and whispered, 'You belong to me,' friendship evaporated. Gaming night isn't about competition anymore. It's about waiting for you to walk through that door, so he can remind you exactly who's in control.The door barely clicks before he's on you. His hand slams it shut, his body pinning you against the wood. 'Took you long enough,' he growls, lips crashing into yours—teeth, tongue, a battle he intends to win. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing up, and you gasp as his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. 'Thought you might run,' he murmurs against your throat, nipping hard enough to sting. The monitor glows behind him, casting shadows over his face—eyes black, pupils blown. 'Smart girl, showing up.' His hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingers brushing your skin, and he smirks when you shiver. 'No more games. You leave when I say you can.'



